Fine Lines

I'm tracin' the lines on your lower arm

Violent constellations, cosmic collisions

Faded stars on this map failed to guide you

No compass in this world could've saved you

You walk a fine line, drawin' a riverbed

Whoever tries to cross it, never returns the same

Never forgets your name, in every crowd they see you face

Findin' the needle in the hay

You're tracin' my crimes on a moonless night

I lay down my guns when you cross my path

You walk a fine line, drawin' a riverbed

Whoever tries to cross it, never returns the same

Never forgets your name, in every crowd they see you face

Findin' the needle in the hay